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Ludacris - Grew Up a Screw Up lyrics
f/ Young Jeezy {Notorious B.I.G. sample: "I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up"} [Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated] Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environment Whether gettin money legally or ILLEGALLY We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby Got introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yet Let's go! [Ludacris] Ever since I was an embryo, waitin to shape up and ship out Somethin in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out!" Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out (whoo!) Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out Peace up, A-Town DOWN and then I dipped out(PEACE!) And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out(whoooo!) Somebody get him, the lil' nigga's out of control Put a lil' bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold Gold, gold To grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent The essence of adolescence got my body feelin fresh'n Fresh'n, fresh'n And it was a blessin to rhyme and start reppin I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections(awwwwoooo!) Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a Texan And I'm a heavyweight you niggaz is lighter than my complexion [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. sample variations repeat 4X] [Young Jeezy] Ayyyy Y'all already know what it is I'ma tell you nigga C.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5 Homey fronted me a sip, shit I made it a bird(damnnn) That's seventeen and a half, all I need is the word (ooohhh!) Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot(haa) You better cook slow but that money come fast(hahaaaa!) I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash(cheea!) You know the kid pimpin all over the world(world) A hundred carats got me all over your girl(YEAHHHHHHHHHHH) Five freaks and my Gucci duffle bag(ayye!) A corporate thug, I run with a Playaz Circle(circle) I got a Field Mob that'll +Disturb+ your +Peace+(yeah!) Blowin Shawn-Jay, all we do is Smoke(hahaaaa) Finish countin my bread and I was gettin some head(oooohh!) Whassup? [Chorus] I'ma be all the way real with this, look [Ludacris] When I came into the game they ain't do nuttin but doubt me Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nuttin without me(tell 'em!) Pickin up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that DOWN!(whooo!) I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels(yeah!), Hondas to Bentleys(yeeah) And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie's(yeeah) From alright to handsome(whhaatt!), from one room to mansions(whhaatt!) From hangin on the block to throwin parties in the Hamptons(whooo!) From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a Plane and a boat and six other whips, No MARTA From dice on the curb to stackin up chips, But harder From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard ye Women dawg I went from ashy to classy Went from a, Kiss on the cheek to doin the nasty Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playin your cards Boyyy! |
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